Anita:

What did you think when you saw his hands?

Gudrun:

I wondered if they could kill people

Anita:

Yeah, it's always like that

Why are you crying?

Why are you crying?

Gudrun:

There's a girl going blind on TV

Anita:

Yeah, "Little House on the Prairie"

Gudrun:

What are you thinking?

What are you thinking?

Anita:

How he lets me use his firething

His firething, his firething

How his hands melt clean like a good father's

Like Gregory Peck's, how his eyes held things

And the candles shined, the lips of his mouth

And how something sparkled in them

Gudrun:

I know he was home when you telephoned

He is passive-aggressive

He hates women

Anita:

His touch opens worlds, it rages, it riots, it reveals not too much, me neither

It's a sexy zig-zag, it's Salman Rushdie, it's fugitive in my blood

Gudrun:

He won't cure you of your memories

And he might give you pictures you can never shake

Anita:

How he lets me use his firething

How he lets me use his firething

How he lets me use his firething

How he lets me use his firething

How he lets me use his firething

How he lets me use his firething

Gudrun:

Optional firething

Anita:

How he lets me use his firething

How he lets me use his firething, his firething, firething

How he lets me use his firething

How he lets me use his firething, his firething

How he lets me use his firething, firething

How he lets me use his firething, his firething, his firething

Gudrun:

He lets you use his lighter